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All characters belong to JK Rowling, only the plot is mine. Review, please!

*Harry's POV*

"Okay! Harry, are you ready to test our wonderful products of pranking?"

I pouted more. "No."

"Great!" said George and Fred at the same time. They turned around, grins on their freckly faces, whispering and discussing what to try on me first.

"I never agreed to this, you maniacs," I whined, clearly not wanting to do this. Who would? Fred and George's stuff is dangerous. Risking this is like deliberately pouring coffee all over Mrs. Weasley's carpet with her watching: who knows if you're going to survive? (The likely answer is "You're not.")

"Oh, but you did, young Harry," cooed George. "Remember?" asked Fred.

"That doesn't count, you bullies." No, I'm not good at coming up with names – unless it's Malfoy. "I was half asleep."

"Ah, but you said yes, love," said Fred.

"And besides," added George, "It's not going to be that bad, kid. These are only a couple of simple candies."

"Are you okay with sweets, Harry?" said Fred in a baby voice and mock-pity filled eyes, like he was implying that I couldn't handle it. "Can you handle it?" Oh, I was right.

But see, here's the thing: Harry Potter is not a coward. Harry Potter is brave. Harry Potter is not scared. Harry Potter can handle a couple of sweets, correct? Correct!

"Correct!" I said aloud. Fred and George stared at me. "Uh... I mean, yeah! Pshaw, of course I can handle it... They're just a- a couple of, uh, sweets, after all, huh? Just a... couple of sweets..."

They continued to stare. Then George clapped his hands once and said, "Well, now that that's over with, let's start, eh, Fredio?"

"'S right, Georgio!"

"Here, kid," said George, handing me a wrapped hard candy. "Eat it."

I read the label out aloud: "'WWW's Super-Hot Suckers! It'll drive you insane!'?"

"Yup," said Fred and George, looking extremely proud. Fred continued, "Rub the label, Harry! See what happens! Rub it!"

I did so and as I rubbed it, the wrapper changed. Instead, it said: Orange Candy, in a bland text that no one would ever expect the Weasley twins to use.

"Ah, isn't it genius?" sighed Fred.

"Yeah; give it to your friends (make sure you rub the labels first, of course) with them thinking that it's orange or strawberry or something and then watch them as their heads explode from the hotness!"

"It's a really simple one, we know," said Fred, "—but every prank counts!" finished George.

"Now hurry up and eat it!" they said.

I slowly unwrapped it. The candy was a dark orange color.

"We don't have all day, Harry! Just shoved it down your throat—" "—or we'll do it for you!"

I tossed them one more death stare and popped the wretched thing in my mouth. It actually tasted like orange hard candy. Fred and George's faces were lit up, waiting to see my reaction. It was really sweet. Really, what's the—OMGWTFBBQUNICORNTURDSHAGRID'SFILTHYBUTTCRACK. THIS IS SO HOTTTTTTTTT OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I CAN'T HANDLE IT NO HARRY POTTER CAN'T HANDLE IT GOTTA SPIT IT OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I tried spitting it out. I was stuck to my tongue.

OH NO OH NO OH NO I CAN'T SPIT THE CANDY OUT OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OUCH, HOT VERY, VERY HOT GOTTA GET RID OF IT OH MY GOD I CAN'T STAND IT AHHHHHHHHHHH

I was tearing up. Fred and George were laughing and high-fiving, apparently pleased with my reaction.

"FRED GEORGE GET THIS CANDY OUT OF MY MOUTH OH MY GOOODDDDDDDDD"

"No, Harry, I'm—I'm sorry, we can't do that. Not without—without ripping out your tongue, that is. You have to—you—you have to let it melt!" George tried to say through a heavy laughing fit. Fred would have added something on but he couldn't talk; period.

I looked around wildly, hoping that there was some potion or antidote or even just water. Luckily, I found a glass with some water in it. I ran over and chugged it all down. My tongue felt better. Ah.

As I picked up the glass, Fred saw me. He immediately stopped laughing. "No, Harry! DON'T DRINK THAT! DO NOT DRINK—that." It was too late. I drank it.

George stopped laughing, too. His eyes were wide, and staring at me. Fred was staring at the empty glass in my hand. They both had their jaws dropped. What?

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" they screeched. Fred shouted, "HAARRYYYYYYY I TOLD YOU NOT TO DRINK THAT, WHY DIDN'T YOU LISTEN?!?!?!?!?!?"

"Why? It's just water—"

"NO, IT IS NOT JUST WATER!! Well, it was not. BUT STILL," yelled George.

"Listen, it tasted just fine to me... actually, a bit like strawberries and honey, mmm... But still, it was just—" I stopped. Then I remembered where I was: Fred and George's room… where they create pranking stuff... and sick potions.

I dropped the glass. (It didn't shatter though.) My tongue still tasted of fruits and sweet stuff. Well, this potion couldn't be that bad, right? I checked my arms for any spots or extra appendages. Nope. I checked my hair. It was still black. Instinctively, I touched my scar; nope, still there. My vision wasn't blurring, my ears weren't ringing, my mouth wasn't excessively salivating... Hey, actually, I think I'm just fine. I tried walking around a little and moving my fingers. It was all fine.

I yawned. Eh, I'm tired.

"Well, uh... well. Good night, Fred, George. And, uh... yeah." And I scurried out of the room to Ron's, where I was supposed to be staying.

*back in F & G's room, third person*

Harry left quickly.

Fred and George looked at each other, faces and ears raging red.

George asked, "Fred?"

"Yes?"

"What potion was that?"

"That Harry just drank?'

"Yeah."

"..."

"…"

"…"

"Fred?"

"I... I don't know, George. But..."

"But?"

"But… I think we'll find out tomorrow morning, Georgy."

"..."

And they both burst out laughing, waiting for their second guest to come.